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Woke up early, about the time the sun usually clears the trees and houses to my east to shine into the window beside my bed. It was cloudly and grey, but in my sleepy, pre-rational state, I knew the time well before I looked. Made coffee, fed the beasts, and sat out for a while in the cool, quiet, cornflower blue slipping into vibrant green world for a while. Tried to read, but I couldn't make the shift from the world around me to the world in someone else's mind, even by way of my own complicity. Didn't see signs of a single conscious person, which was nice, and needed. While I know I have a place in the world, it's nice to be reminded that it's always held for me, that I'm always welcome. If only those uppity humans played by similar rules.